Li Mochou waved the dust, and the boulder he hit was broken, and the terrifying force made Huo Du's complexion change drastically, and he didn't dare to block it at all, so he could only retreat violently and avoid his edge for the time being.

It's just that at this time, Li Mochou was full of hatred, and the Tomb Sect was alone in the world, allowing his body to flash, still shrouded in dust, and smashed his head and face.

Bang!

The silver dust silk was overwhelming, and Huo Du only felt as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed.

The folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and in an instant, it danced into a Luo umbrella that covered the sky and the sun, blocking the attack from his body.

But in less than a breath, the fan made of tough gold wire was directly torn, full of holes, and the silver wire passed through like a steel needle.

made Huo Du change color.

"Devil woman, Hugh hurts."

"Eat me with a sword!"

At this time, there was a sudden angry shout not far away, and I saw the Taoist robe on Sun Buer's body hunting in the sky, and the whole person crossed the void and rushed towards him at extreme speed.

Before the people arrived, the sound came first, and then there was a sonorous sword sound, and a cold light appeared.

Li Mochou was disturbed by the sudden attack, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but slow down.

"Poof!"

Huo Du's body changed in the air, and he fell to the ground with a bang, coughing up blood.

He was terrified in his heart, if it weren't for the martial arts he practiced, which focused most on polishing his body, he was afraid that he would be killed by a blow.

But even so, Huo Du could feel the numbness of his muscles and bones all over his body, a faint pain in his internal organs, and the injuries he received would kill when they fell on ordinary people.

Even he was unbearable.

Huo Du slowly got up like gold paper, and the iron bone fan cast by fine iron in his hand was full of holes, and the fan surface was almost completely penetrated.

"Good martial arts, worthy of being a Chilian fairy who can make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, Xiao Wang is convinced!" Huo Du looked at Li Mochou, who was dressed in a purple robe, with an outstanding demeanor and a beautiful appearance.

originally thought that this woman was only touted by everyone in the rivers and lakes because of her good looks, but she never expected that her martial arts would be terrifying.

You must know that from beginning to end, this bit did not use the rumored extremely poisonous Ice Spirit Silver Needle, which shows that he did not exert his full strength at all, and there is still room for it.

This made him feel more and more discouraged.

Li Mochou didn't pay attention to Huo Du at this time, this Mongolian prince had no chance of killing, just give a lesson.

This so-called prince has an unusual status, and if he is really killed, I am afraid that he will offend the Mongols and involve a lot of trouble.

Although Li Mochou is murderous, he is not crazy, but has his own calculations and ways of advancing and retreating.

She turned around, facing Sun Buer, who was swinging his sword like rain and full of murderous intentions, and said in a cold tone: "Sun Buer, you came in time." ”

"Then I'll deal with you first!"

For the arrival of this person, Li Mochou seemed to have expected it, and his charming face showed a cold color,

She suddenly burst up, her body was like a wisp of light smoke, and in the blink of an eye, she crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, and the ice silk dust in her hand suddenly lengthened, and slashed head-on towards Sun Buer.

The dust waved too fast, accompanied by the sound of strong wind and thunder, and a long white line was drawn in the air, breaking through the air.

"Ahh

The Mongols around him protected Huodu Tuan Tuan at this time, and when they saw this scene, they all breathed for a while, and couldn't help but exclaim.

With such violent martial arts and fierce strength, even the heavy cavalry wearing iron armor would be smashed, how could the flesh and blood resist?

Zheng!

The corners of Sun Buer's eyes jumped, and there was a great crisis in his heart, and in a crisp sword sound, the long sword in his hand swept up a cold light, and parried it from afar.

Her sword light slashed across the sky, but there was no sharp killing intent, but she just used the defensive swordsmanship of combining yin and yang in the Quanzhen swordsmanship and the defensive swordsmanship of rigidity and softness to the extreme.

"Aren't you here to kill me for revenge? Why did you see me like a turtle with a shrunken head? ”

"I think you can stop me again?!"

Li Mochou's eyes were mocking, the dust in his hand waved, and the silver filaments were split like a waterfall.

Rumble!

With a vigorous explosion, Sun Buer's body couldn't stop retreating, but her silver teeth were clenched, and the long sword that swung out was like catkins in the wind, guarding the portal.

When the enemy's killing machine temporarily retreated, the old force was gone, and the new force was not born, the long sword in his hand suddenly exploded like a poisonous snake.

The heavy strength that had just been accumulated rushed out like opening the floodgates.

"Adversary, give me death!"

This style of swordsmanship accumulates strength in defense, and then looks for an opportunity to burst out the enemy's strength and its own strength.

It is the battle and star movement in the true swordsmanship.

The long sword was like a rainbow, with a sharp edge, as if a touch of starlight fell from the sky, piercing Li Mochou's neck.

"I underestimate you!"

Li Mochou's body did not move, only to feel that a continuous sword momentum on Sun Buer's sword fell, like a comet hitting the moon, destroying everything.

But her face was indifferent, and the ice silk dust swept away like a storm in all directions, left or right.

Sun Buer's face was calm, and the long sword in his hand drew a series of apertures, like ten thousand cold stars blooming, facing the attack.

There are seven swords and seven styles in the Quanzhen swordsmanship, a total of seven seven and forty-nine styles, the changes are subtle, the sword momentum is continuous, and the power is extremely strong.

This martial arts connotation is the wonder of the Beidou Tiangang, the principle of the poor heavens, easy to learn and difficult to refine, and the cultivation to a high depth, is by no means inferior to any martial arts in the world.

Wang Chongyang defeated many other peerless powerhouses at the top of Huashan and became the first in the world, in addition to relying on innate skills, it was this set of exquisite swordsmanship.

Sun Buji knew that this female demon was a fierce opponent, so he cheered up and responded to the enemy with all his might, and the two of them dismantled more than 30 moves in an instant.

Li Mochou attacked closer and closer, Sun Buer narrowed the sword circle, concentrated on parrying, and inevitably fell into the disadvantage.

In just a few breaths, Li Mochou's slender waist swayed slightly, wrapped the long sword with dusty silver wire, and swept the enemy's right arm with a flick of his left hand.

Sun Buer's complexion changed greatly, his arm was numb, and the long sword in his hand came out of his hand!

"Hugh hurt my junior sister!"

"Stop!"

"Master, be careful!"

In the midst of the noisy screams and shouts, Li Mochou's ice silk dust in his palm carried the momentum of rolling wind and thunder, and slashed Sun Buji's forehead.

While!

At this moment, a sheathed long sword struck out horizontally, stabbing straight at Li Mochou's vest.

"Humph!"

Li Mochou snorted coldly, his body turned suddenly, pulled out the Dao Phantom, and stepped out of the ten zhang away.

"Liu Chuxuan, you are also a master, and you actually hurt people behind your back?!"

The one who made the move at the critical moment was one of the seven sons of Quanzhen who came in time, Liu Chuxuan, who was known as the eldest son.

With him came more than a dozen Quanzhen Sect disciples and Murong Jiu.

At this time, everyone gathered around, drew their swords out of their sheaths, and stared at Li Mochou fiercely.

Murong Jiu was wearing a gray sermon robe, and the sleeve on the left side was empty, and it turned out to be a broken arm.

Her face was hideous, and she said in a resentful tone: "Li Mochou, you hurt me so badly, and if it falls into my hands today, I must let you die a bad death." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, you don't have to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes with this female devil, let's rush up and kill her."

After Murong Jiu finished speaking, he turned to look at Huo Du again, his pupils shrank slightly, and said, "This should be Prince Huo Du, right?" When the prince came here today, I'm afraid he also has a grudge with this female demon, right? ”

"Why don't we join forces together?"